Spring in Windber, PA 2017
Flowers
Seedling
A single Seed I cradle protectively in my palm.
I know the perfect place to plant it.
A rich dark patch of soil lays in anticipation
directly beside the path.
I cup my hands around it
as I gingerly transport it down the steps,
past the concrete driveway,
beyond the gravel watershed to
arrive at the rich patch of soil.
A mid-spring rain has saturated the
Patch allowing a familiar aroma to reach my nose.
The life of last season’s flowers, leaves, insects and grass
have created a soil overflowing with essential nutrients for
this tiny seed.
A year’s time has kneaded, turned, mulched and beat
this patch of ground into a luxurious bed of life-giving
Energy.
All I need do is take my precious cargo
and give it back to its Creator.
Freeing one hand, I gently dig a small valley
In the mound of soil.
Looking at the odd little
seed I ponder it’s circumstance.
I know it’s full potential but
It looks like an ugly shriveled
speck of waste.
How many others, I wonder,
would have tossed it out
because they were
blind to its potential?
If I kept it as a treasure, then I would
be just as bad as those who
would throw it out.
I would deny it the glory it
is destined to become.
If I do not trust our Creator to take over
after I give it to him then it will always be
only a seed.
Yet, if I let it go.
If I give it to him
then he will transform it.
I tilt my palm
allowing the seed to fall,
as if a pebble, into the dark bed
I had prepared for it.
I move the mound of
soil atop the seed,
pat it firmly,
say a little prayer then
I walk away knowing
God will be faithful to
His promises.
The journey it must now
endure is not an easy one.
Transformations are never
gentle, never easy but
they always reveal more
than we ever thought
possible.
Daily, I look for evidence
that my tiny seed
has started it’s journey
knowing full well that
time
is the most critical element
In growth.
Tiny, tender, green leaves
push the surface soil away reaching
earnestly reaching toward the Sun.
Fragile and young,
It has taken root.
Shadows shield its future but
it is not alone on this journey.
I will shield it from the hail, the wind,
and the terrible storms.
It will be protected
from the harsh sun and the invaders
who wish to take it’s life for their own.
I will protect it from all harm,
for God
has entrusted it’s care to me.
It is my job to treasure it,
to aid it on its journey
so that it can fulfill the purpose
for which God created it.
God put us on each other’s path
to aid one another,
to grow one another,
to shield one another,
to love one another,
to endure hardships together,
to enjoy victory together and
to reach full Glory
together.
I have a Seed
that
Must be
Planted.
Flowering “weeds”
To thee, it may be a weed, but to me it is cause for revelry!
Though I know not its name or purpose, I am certain that it possesses both characteristics. Everything is created for a reason, including you and me but this flower does not have to seek a purpose, for it knows what it is and what it is supposed to do during its lifespan. We, in contrast, must seek out our purpose, meet it, exceed it, conquer it, and leave this creation a little better than when we arrived. As long as we all strive to do that, then our purpose will be fulfilled.
Water of life
Pink Glad
Peaks and Valleys 